He is just a makeup artist who is slightly better than the newcomer.

Not the assistant level.

Too much difference!

Shaking his head, the makeup artist asked himself to throw unrealistic ideas out of his mind, but he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

Even though I knew that the result was bad, everyone was always lucky before they faced it.

In the end, they will all be educated by reality.

As if he lost his vitality all of a sudden, the makeup artist followed Qin Ran silently.

Abruptly, a sentence rang in the makeup artist's ears.

"You go and check your computer."

"Um?"

"What did you say?"

The makeup artist looked up and repeated it to confirm that he had heard it correctly.

"I said I needed a car to return to the room Ikede gave to the reservation."

“When I returned to the room, I wanted to have hot showers and a clean and soft bed.”

"Then, tomorrow's breakfast I hope there are fried eggs and bacon."

"Did you hear it clearly?"

Qin Ran turned around and asked.

"Okay, OK, I know."

The makeup artist nodded his head stupidly, took out his cell phone and started calling a taxi.

And Qin Ran?

He seemed to be waiting, and looked at the bushes on the sidewalk.

A faint sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Want a reasonable explanation?
Chapter completed!